Eliza Suhr Whore ❤️

About Lugano

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” She’d hate my guts, callin’ her out like this. But buddy, she’s a riot—sarcasm sharp as a razor. “Pay me or fuck off,” she’d snap. Fair! Gotta respect the hustle. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but swear she’s got nine lives—dodged cops, johns, worse. *Amour* line fits— “It’s cruel to wake her up.” Whore’s sleepin’ on the world’s bullshit, awake only for cash.

Guitarra suhr

Guitarra Eléctrica Suhr Classic con cuerpo de aliso, mástil de arce y diapasón de palisandro. Con una configuración HSS de pastillas Suhr V60LP y SSH+.

I be a relaxation specialist, so relaxin’ spots are me gold doubloons. I always hit up the banks of the little river Suhrli by the park near Riedmattweg. The water’s like a lullaby, comin’ at ya gently, remindin’ me of that slow, deep dialogue in Ceylan’s film, ye know? Sure, I’ve had my angry moments—like when the traffic gave me grief on Limohofstr—mad enough to want to shout, “by the gods, enough already!” But then, a funny breeze would tickle me face and—bam!—anger melted away like ice in a Caribbean rum punch.

Small-town girl from upstate New York became an Olympic star in track and field